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updating my image would probably make my coworkers happy.”
    “Sure. I’ll put together some ideas for you.”
    Steven is waiting for her at the club. “You look
like shit.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Are you ready?”
    “Well, here’s the thing. Can we talk?”
    She can always count on Steven to listen as well as
bark orders at her. He walks her over to the table where she
usually drinks his green/gray sludge.
    “I’ve got to go to this formal dinner/dance charity
event tonight . . .”
    “And?”
    “I have to wear a gown and get my hair done . . .
“
    “And?”
    “I can’t get dressed at home. I’ll get mugged before
I make it to my car. I was wondering if I could get dressed here.
There are showers and everything.”
    “Where do you live?”
    “On the East Side.”
    He leans back in his chair and stares at his hands
that are clenched on the table top. “Okay. I was going to close at
eight tonight. Will that give you enough time?”
    “Sure. It only takes me a couple of minutes to get
dressed.”
    He snorts and that crease between his eyes is
glaring at her.
    “Is there anyone who takes care of you, Judy?”
    His question surprises her. If it wasn’t for that
crease between his eyes, she’d think he was teasing her.”Yes. The
most reliable person I’ve ever met. Me. But, I have another
problem.”
    She drops her eyes and stares at her hands now
clenched on the table top. Why is this so hard to talk about?
    “And?” Steven prompts.
    “Well, there will be dancing and I’ll probably have
to do it.”
    He laughs but breaks off quickly.
    “I don’t have a clue how. Do you know?” She searches
his eyes hoping he knows.
    “Yes.”
    “Could you show me?”
    “Sure.”
    She’s breathes relief. He snickers. “And?”
    “Well Ginny, who picked out my clothes, said she
didn’t want me to box and get a black eye because it would ruin the
outfit. Do you think we could spar another time? She worked hard on
me and I don’t want to let her down.”
    “I would never give you a black eye, Judy. I would
never hurt you.” Something glints in Steven’s eyes just before they
turn sad and then the crease is back.
    “Thanks. So could we go somewhere private and you
show me how to dance instead of sparing.”
    “With you in my arms, Judy, it would probably feel
the same.”
    He gets up and leaves her sitting there. She’s
doesn’t understand what he meant by that. But if she’d learned
anything in life, it’s that if you ask someone for help and they
agree to help you, you have to try to go along with them. She’s not
sure, it’s never happened to her before, but she thinks she just
got her feelings hurt. She feels something and doesn’t like it.
    “Heads up guys, Judy needs to learn how to dance
formal party style right now. Jake, find some music, Clarence you
and the guys put the weights up and let’s make room.”
    What? I thought this was going to be private. All
the guys are going to watch. She feels her face turn hot and as red
as that dress Ginny and Charlotte made her buy. Damn!
    Soft music replaces the usual rock and rap. Someone
has turned a bunch of the lights off. She puts her head down on her
arms and groans.
    “May I have this dance?”
    She looks up and Steven has put on a t-shirt instead
of his usual tank top. He’s holding his hand out to her. He’
gorgeous.
    “If you want to dance with the man who has just
asked you, smile and then put your hand in his.” Steven says
quietly and waits.
    “What the Hell!”
    “But you have to take your gun off first. There’s no
dancing with a gun strapped to your ankle.”
    She looks hard at him to make sure he’s not kidding.
He’s not. She does as he says and he leads her to the center of the
gym and turns her to face him before he let’s go.
    “You’ll be dancing in a room full of people. The
guys will help you get used to that. For the basics, the man is
supposed to lead, which means you follow his steps. Every man
dances